Date: Mon, 22 May 2006 14:36:40 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Summer at Ricky's Cabin, The - young friends
Disclaimer:
This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts
between varied ages, primarily boys, but may include adult/youth. If you
find this kind of material offensive, if you are not of legal age to read
such material or if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any
further. My stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements,
but they are works of fiction, figments of imagination and any apparent
similarity of characters to real people is coincidental.
Expression should never be considered intent and I do not condone nor
endorse any of the activities included in these representations.
Story Codes: (bb, voy, oral, anal, mast)
Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com
Chapter One
A span of ten months, once arbitrary adulthood is reached, seems like a
blink of an eye that blinks faster as more ten months rush by. When those
months separate you and your best friend, he's ten months past twelve,
you're just two into it, the differences can be dramatic, fascinating and
bend a friendship into corners never expected or conceived.
That's were Ricky and I were, I'm Devon, the still very much prepubescent
one. He and I had been best friends since fourth grade and he'd been
inviting me along to his families' summer cabin for the last two, well,
including this summer when all this happened. We both had brown hair and
sort of steel gray eyes, my hair was a little lighter, and his eyes were a
little bluer. He'd shot up almost overnight it seemed, over an inch and was
heavier and stockier then me, but since I played soccer and ran a lot, I
was a pretty wiry eighty-seven pounds and even a little more defined
physically, he was a little lazy most of the time and pushing a hundred
ten. He was an only child, hence the reason he could invite me, as were I
had two older sisters and a baby brother, hence the reason my mother loved
getting me out from `under her hair' as she, lovingly understand, would
tell me.
Now up until that first week, our relationship had just barely started to
broach some barriers regarding sex things but we'd yet to go beyond the
`yeah, I'm so horny I'd even fuck Susan!' stage, Susie Prior was an
unfortunately ugly girl, but she was a girl, too bad her tits weren't
growing under a even slightly prettier face. We'd also seen the standard
sixth grade health film regarding human biology; joked about the almost
cartoonish drawings used to detail a boy's erection, boners we called them.
When he and his parents, they were really cool by the way, still enough in
love with each other to leave me and Ricky alone pretty much, picked me up,
he seemed almost ready to burst, like you are when you see that package
under the tree that you just know is what you've been pleading for the last
three months for, but you have to wait until the next morning to open
it. Well I had to wait the whole trip, through all of the unpacking and
helping get dinner ready, to say nothing of eating it, until finally he
grabbed me and told his mom and dad we were gonna go sit out by the lake.
We walked way out to end of the dock; we were still in just our jams and
sat on the end, dangling our feet in the water, the moon just rising over
the small mountains on the other side of the calm, passive water.
"Devon," he started kind of serious, "I know this sounds like shit, cuz'
we're like best friends and everything, but dude, you gotta promise me if I
tell you something, you'll never ever rat it out to anybody else, all
right?"
"'Course not, man," I told him, not really offended, one: because he looked
so serious about it, two: because I loved him.
"Cool, thanks," he finally smiled.
"Yeah, yeah," I smirked at him, loving the way his face almost glowed, "So
tell me, what the fuck is bugging you so much?"
"Well, remember I had that science thing that paired me up with Jerry the
Fairy?" he looked at me, sort of in a funny way and I almost thought he
didn't want me too remember.
"Yeah?" I nodded, too curious to render any other judgment.
"He really is, a fairy I mean," he quietly told me, "When I went over to
his house to work on our model volcano, he was like all over me and well, I
couldn't help it, he kept grabbing it and I, well see, I boned up big
time."
"Did he do it? Did he really do it, I mean like everybody says he does?"
"Yeah," Ricky smirked wickedly, catching on I wasn't gonna think he was
queer for doin it.
"Wow," I breathed out, `so Jerry the Fairy really is a cocksucker', I
thought to myself. Up until Ricky's confession I'd thought it was just a
big joke.
I was just about to ask what it was like when I realized Ricky was
adjusting himself and he was really boned up, you could even see it in his
loose swim trunks. Stunned, I just watched as he kind of moved it, then
gripped and stroked himself a little. When he put his hands back on the
dock, it made his torso stick out and he was showing himself too me,
displaying his erection, which I'd never seen, right there for me to look.
"Wanna go back to the room?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah," I quietly answered, but my eyes never left his bulge.
He managed to grab a towel before his parents, sitting in front of a nice
fire turned to look at us and he informed them we were gonna play some
video, and then go to bed. They issued the good nights and we trudged on
back to our bedroom. Now we really hadn't ever seen each other naked since
we stopped taking baths together a long time ago, so it was a struggle when
he suggested we slip off our suits and climb into the bed, but went along
once he turned his back and dropped his suit first and I got to see his
cute butt cheeks.
Scurrying under the protective cover we both couldn't help but giggle, and
then had to work really hard at stifling uproarious laughter when we both
recognized what the tent was, under his part of the sheet. We managed to
calm down in a couple of minutes and it got sort of eerie, like something
ominous and I almost listened for the background score, it felt like some
movie or something.
"It's gotten a lot bigger hasn't it," he finally broke the silence.
"It sure has." Was all I could think of, having no guts at all to admit I
was dying to see it.
"Wanna compare, check out how much?" he whispered.
"Okay," I barely could squeak and he pulled the sheet down and off of us.
There we were, ten months difference in age, but only a couple of inches
separating our two completely naked bodies, mine still very much hairless,
child like except for muscle definition, not even three inches of boy hood
to speak of, the wrinkled sack holding my tiny almonds pulled up
tight. Ricky was magnificent, my eyes drawn immediately to his proud,
nearly five inches of premium stalk, seeing his glory, the tight, curled
bush jutting along side just mesmerized me, but didn't freeze me and
without asking or being told I reached for it and took in my grasp.
"Coooolll," he hissed quietly, just lying back with his hands behind his
head, "If you'll pretend your Jerry first, I promise I'll be Jerry next,
okay?"
Except the smart ass bastard neglected to remind me, (and to be honest I
knew it would happen, even I was squirting a little dribble of clear fluids
by then), but after the initial shock the flavor sort of tasted okay. I
swallowed it and still went back and sucked the rest out, not even caring
that he wouldn't have to do the same, or aware that I would begin to crave
it and sucking Ricky's cock.
The intense waves of pleasure that wound up making me shake and pant like
some stupid dog were nothing like the nice tingles and tight release I'd
gotten when trying out the jacking off thing about six weeks earlier. Ricky
sucked me really good and it turned out great, because he started liking to
really drive me nuts, as he would recharge, so I would wind up having three
or four dry climaxes to his one.
We still did all the normal stuff, swam like nearly every minute it
sometimes got to feel like, played our video games and even fished some,
but that became a great excuse to get away and suck each other! So we were
sometimes doing it like five or six times during the day and Ricky kept
coming up with different ways too. Like both at the same time, this was a
lot of fun. I didn't like it at first, but when we tried me hanging my head
off the bed and he pretending he was fucking a girl, I finally got his cock
to slip down my throat without gagging and then he loved doing that!
After a week or so, we both were getting kind of bored with just the normal
stuff. Butt play had never entered the scene, I know I never considered it,
but he was the experienced one. More so then he originally let on, for he'd
visited Jerry several times before school had ended and even slept over,
which I didn't know about, because we had gone to relatives that weekend.
One really hot day we were just lying on our towels on the forest ground,
looking at the lake and sipping away our sodas when I brought up the
subject of Jerry. While not out right saying it, I kind of let Ricky know I
felt a little sorry for Jerry. He agreed and went on to say that he was
actually a pretty cool guy, except he wouldn't stand up for himself and
wouldn't deny his reputation.
"Why should I," he'd told my friend, "I don't give a shit what they think
anyway."
Ricky seemed like talking that afternoon and it was too hot to do much more
then swim anyway, so I prodded him a little and he told me about him and
Jerry, all of it he swore.
"All I ever did was let him suck me, but he wanted to do all sorts of other
stuff and I watched him do it with Barry," Ricky snickered a little.
Ricky had helped Jerry out of a tight bind, Barry Swanson was the biggest
kid in our sixth grade, and decidedly homophobic, had determined that `that
little cocksucker was gonna swing on his dick for sure!' He didn't know
Ricky was taking pictures from the closet and the threat of beatings,
killings and getting fucked up quickly disappeared from Jerry's day to day
life, now it was just loneliness mostly. That's why he never told Ricky
much else, except how he'd come to accept he was gay.
Jerry was one of those kids that discovered his sexual being early on,
first manipulating himself to wonderful tingles at about age five,
encouraged and given first hand instruction by his twelve year old cousin
at eight, had several friends that he shared with, usually his sucking for
their hand job, but he didn't care. Then at about twelve and he was just
beginning to have lust, he set his sights on what he wanted, or so he
thought.
Bill, twenty eight year old construction worker, friend of the family for
the past three years had been eying him the whole time. Building
confidences and waiting patiently for the most opportune moment, finally
arranging the camping trip they both had expressed desire for. Unwittingly
and comically when revealed, each was desirous and willing as the
other. Jerry lost his virginity that wonderful weekend and got what he
wanted, another male to love him and not judge or hesitate, Jerry was
taken, given male love and returned home a very happy, ready to turn
thirteen year old.
He had trouble controlling his urges though and his wayward glances while
using the boy's bathroom fired the first rounds of teasing and initiated
the Jerry the Fairy tag, several boys claiming that he'd had a boner as he
looked at their cocks. Ricky took some hazing about the project thing, but
Ricky's really good at shutting people up, he always seems to know just the
right comeback. Of course nobody else knew that he visited Jerry or that he
took him up on his offer of his ass if he'd sleep over.
"You mean," I finally had to interject; "He let you put your dick in his
ass?"
"Yeah," Ricky said without fanfare or smile, "I fucked Jerry the Fairy in
the ass."
"Wow," I marveled.
As I said, I'd never seriously considered that people actually did the
things that were used as taunts and put downs. I'd never even seen a porno
magazine and had just barely learned where a man put his penis, in order to
`make a baby' of course. The pleasure part was icily glossed over.
"So what was it like," I finally broke that eerie silence again. "Was it
better then what we do?"
"Well, yeah," he sort of thought, "I'll tell ya something Devon, if a girl
doesn't feel better, then I might just turn out to be gay, too, because I
really liked it, even the kissing."
`HE KISSED YOU?" I hissed, a little too loud, but caught myself and
apologized, "Shit, sorry, but Ricky, if you kissed him, how come you never
kissed me?" I wanted too know.
He looked at me funny, and then cracked a slanted, side smile, "Because I
didn't want to think I was gay, dude, DUH!"
He leaned over and slowly slid his lips onto mine and I immediately leaned
into him, it felt so right and exciting. My arm swung around his hips and I
turned to face him a little better and damn near fell into the lake. That
started the giggles, then the losing battle and we hee hawed for several
moments, probably scaring every fish within twenty feet.
"Wanna go back to the room?" I grinned finally.
"Yeah," he smiled, but his eyes never left mine and I swear we both glowed
with new love.
It hurt way too much and we really didn't have the experience, failing to
lube Ricky up good enough, so our first attempt at making real love turned
out pretty badly. He felt so bad about making me squeak and pull away from
him that he lost his hard on. We didn't say much, except reassure each
other everything was cool, and then we just snuggled and gently fondled
each other as we drifted off to sleep.
Part One Concludes Here